*He was practicing his sword work in a training dummy, though it's not long before he gets bored with the simple swinging exercise and tries a more complicated and precise flurry of slices, but the training dummy just falls to pieces afterwards. He stands up straight and stares at the wooden carnage*

... Fu-.

Damn, so many stuck up jerks in the same place at the same time. It's making my head hurt...

*Talking about the merchants, of course*

*Clad in a long white coat and looking rather noble, with gloves to cover up his metal hand, and with his hair grown, goatee shaved and glasses on his face Cray looks quite unrecogniseable. And that's just what he wants... Most people should simply take him as being someone new ( Read more... )

*back from his silent dissappearance... temporarilly. He can be found skulking around near the merchants, staying clear, but near enough to obseve. He doesn't look very happy*

....

*he returns to the castle, his swords still drawn and hanging loosly in either hand, the silver blades stained crimson, his clothes are also ripped and boodstained. But apart from looking worn out, he seems fine. Anyone who decides to wander to the plains will find the dead bodies of the three summoned chimeras*

... That's better.